“O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.”

“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again.”

“Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.”

“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.”

“But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.”

“thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.”

“O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”