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

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.