With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.