Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Foul whisp'rings are abroad.

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.