“O, brave new worldthat has such people in't!”

“O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!”

“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!”

“Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.”

“It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.”

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”

“O honorable strumpet”