Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.

“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news…”

“But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,”

“The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; he…”

“As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.”