O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Men from children nothing differ.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

I am a man more sinned against than sinning