Act I, Sc. V
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Act II, Sc. III
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Act III, Sc. III
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe.
Act III, Sc. V
Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds.
Act V, Sc. I
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
Act V, Sc. III
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.
Act II, Sc. II
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
Act III, Sc. V
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Act V, Sc. I
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.
Act V, Sc. III
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
Act V, Sc. I
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts he dwells.

