But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

“This is in thee a nature but infected;A poor unmanly melancholy sprungFrom chan…”

“Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her.”

“فرومیر، آی، ای شمعک، فرومیر، آی، که نباشد زندگانی هیچ الّا سایه‌ای لغزان و بازی‌…”

“Afore me! It is so very late,That we may call it early by and by.”