“It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.”

“I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.”

“My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...”

“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.”

“How does he love me?With adoration, with fertile tears,With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”

“She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.”