O Hell! To Choose Love

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.