Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

He that dies pays all debts.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.