He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)

Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!

Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?