“You see we do, yet see you but our handsAnd this the bleeding business they have done:Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful”

“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.”

“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”

“And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of.”

“When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.”

“And it is very much lamented,...That you have no such mirrors as will turnYour hidden worthiness into your eyeThat you might see your shadow.”

“Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.”