I flamed amazement.

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.