Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.

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

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.