For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
A fusty nut with no kernel.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!