Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Love sees with the heart and not with mind.

We cannot all be masters.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.