“O, it is excellentTo have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.”

“It is excellent To have a giant's strength But it is tyrannous To use it like a giant”

“This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.”

“And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,In corporal sufferance finds a pang as greatAs when a giant dies.”

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!*It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*”

“O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.- Romeo -”

“Haply for I am black,And have not those soft parts of conversationThat chamberers have; or for I am declinedInto the vale of years—yet that’s not much— She’s gone. I am abused, and my reliefMust be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,That we can call these delicate creatures oursAnd not their appetites! I had rather be a toadAnd live upon the vapor of a dungeonThan keep a corner in the thing I loveFor others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones;Prerogatived are they less than the base.’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.”