But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.