From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

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.

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.