I could be well moved, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.

“This is the very ecstasy of love,Whose violent property fordoes itselfAnd leads…”

“O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!”

“I know not by what power I'm made bold.”

“If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow till they have waken'…”