Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

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

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.