Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

Why, Look You, I Am Whipp'd And Scourg'd With Rods, Nettled And Stung With Pismires[nettles], When I Hear Of This Vile Politician, Bolingbroke.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.