Love is merely a madness.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

All offences come from the heart.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!