“Love is the fart Of every heart: It pains a man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose. ”

“If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.”

“For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement extern 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at I am not what I am.”

“Man doth usurp all space,Stares thee, in rock, bush, river, in the face.Never thine eyes behold a tree;'Tis no sea thou seest in the sea,'Tis but a disguised humanity.To avoid thy fellow, vain thy plan;All that interests man, is man.”

“Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, but seeming so, for my peculiar end: for when my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, 'tis not long after but I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”

“Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. ’Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.”