“A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge.”

“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”

“Then if thou hastA heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maimsOf shame seen through thy country, speedthee straight,And make my misery serve thy turn: so use itThat my revengeful services may prove As benefits to thee, for I will fightAgainst my canker'd country with the spleenOf all the under fiends.”

“Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.”

“So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.”

“It is my soul that calls upon my name;How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,like softest music to attending ears!-Romeo”

“For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.”