Act III, Sc. I
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.
Act V, Sc. I
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
Act V, Sc. III
Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Act III, Sc. V
All these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Act II, Sc. II
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords.
Act I, Sc. I
An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.
Act II, Sc. II
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say, "It lightens."
Act I, Sc. II
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
Act II, Sc. I
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!
Act I, Sc. V
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.
Act II, Sc. VI
Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Act I, Sc. I
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

