#eng 223

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids but the sky changes when they are wives.

Romeo is not a victim of love, he's a victim of literature.

O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth. I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me. They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh. But thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time's fool, And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for—

Then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might: "Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.