“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.”

“Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.”

“O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)”

“Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.”

“Who makes the fairest show means the most deceit.”

“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,”

“Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.”