I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.