“Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!”

“There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't”

“whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm.yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.”

“You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.”

“I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.”

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

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