One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.