We that are true lovers run into strange capers. As You Like It, ii. 4. Beshrew me but I love her heartily; Merchant of Venice, ii. 6. January 4th. How now! Even so quickly may one catch the plague? Twelfth Night, i. 5. If I could write the beauty of your eyes Sonnets, xvii. I'll look to like, if looking liking move. Romeo and Juliet, i. 3. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, To be plain, King John, ii. 1. I think there is not half a kiss to choose Winter's Tale, iv. 4. January 6th. That I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Hamlet, ii. 2. I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Othello, i. 3. Of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness Julius Cæsar, i. 2. |