Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express95 and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.