For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

Life... Is A Paradise To What We Know Of Death.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

A Lover Goes Toward His Beloved As Enthusiastically As A Schoolboy Leaving His Books, But When He Leaves His Girlfriend, He Feels As Miserable As The Schoolboy On His Way To School. (act 2, Scene 2)