Love's Labour's Lost
HOLOFERNES: I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society. (4.2.43)
BEROWNE: By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. (4.3.1)
LONGAVILLE: I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move.
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. (4.3.12)