Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.