Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

Well, In That Hit You Miss. She'll Not Be Hit With Cupid's Arrow. She Hath Dian's Wit, And, In Strong Proff Of Chastity Well Armed, From Love's Weak Childish Bow She Lives Uncharmed. She Will Not Stay The Siege Of Loving Terms, Nor Bide Th' Encounter Of Assailing Eyes, Nor Ope Her Lap To Saint-seducing Gold. O, She Is Rich In Beauty; Only Poor That, When She Dies, With Dies Her Store. Act 1,scene 1, Lines 180-197

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?