O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Thy friendship makes us fresh.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.