Romeo and Juliet
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks. (1.5.2)
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up some of half my wealth.