For as you were when first yout eye I eyed,such seems your beauty still

“Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not tha…”

“I would forget it fain,But oh, it presses to my memory,Like damnèd guilty deeds…”

“Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep, - the i…”

“O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse?…”