“Let me feel how thy pulses beat.”
“Ha! What news here? Is the day out a' th' socketThat it is noon at midnight? The court up?”
“The slowest kiss makes too much haste.”
“Has not heaven an ear? Is all the lightning wasted?”
“FRANCISCUS: How sweetly she looks! Oh, but there's a wrinkle in her brow as deep as philosophy.”
“I much applaud thy judgement; thou art well-read in a fellow.And 'tis the deepest art to study man.”