If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

Thy friendship makes us fresh.