A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.