Earthlier happy is the rose distilled than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, ere I will yield my virginity patent up unto his lordship whose unwishèd yoke my soul consents not to give sovereignty.
This same progeny of evils comes from our debate, from our dissension; we are their parents and original.
I will spare your haunts.
I'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; one heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
My eyes are oftener washed than hers.
Things growing are not ripe until their season; so I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
As a surfeit of the sweetest things the deepest loathing to the stomach brings, so thou, my surfeit and my heresy, of all be hated, but the most of me!
This is a knavery of them to make me afeard.
When they him spy, as wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, rising and cawing at the gun's report, sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, so at his sight away his fellows fly.
You spend your passion on a misprised mood.
That pure congealèd white, high Taurus' snow, fanned with the eastern wind, turns to crow when thou holds't up thy hand.
We grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem; so with two seeming bodies but one heart, two of the first, like coats in heraldry, due but to one, and crownèd with one crest.
This their jangling I esteem a sport.
Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and yonder shines Aurora's harbinger.
Mine ear is much enamored of thy note, so is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape.
Faintness constraineth me to measure out my length in this cold bed.
If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.