O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O…”

“Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.”

“War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.”

“How now, spirit! Whither wander you?”