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

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

“This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,Which gives men stomach to digest his wordsWith better appetite.”

“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.”

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

“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.”