I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution