“I am not bound to please thee with my answers.”

“Before, I loved thee as a brother, John,But now, I do respect thee as my soul.”

“In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted, Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast* with thee alone*: But my five wits* nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man*, Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain.”

“And in thy best consideration checkThis hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgementThy youngest daughter does not love thee least,Nor are those empty-hearted whose low soundsReverb no hollowness.”

“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.”

“I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.”

“Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.”