Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.