O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?