I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

Hate pollutes the mind.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.