Love sees with the heart and not with mind.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

Ay, is it not a language I speak?

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Hate pollutes the mind.