You Are Not Worth The Dust Which

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.