The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!