Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

...lest too light winning make the prize light.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.