What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee
Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
To sleep perchance to dream
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.