But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.