Get thee to a nunnery.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Such as we are made of, such we be.