Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known