In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.

Memory, the warder of the brain.

Come, Lady, die to live.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.