Love's Labour's Lost
BOYET: I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. (4.1.25)
KING: I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion,
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion.
'Ay me!' says one. 'O Jove!' the other cries.
One, her hairs were gold; crystal the other's eyes. (4.3.38)
ROSALINE: You'll ne'er be friends with him: 'a kill'd your sister.
KATHARINE: He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died.(5.2.6-7)