“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.”

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

“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.”

“For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.”

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

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

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