Twelfth Night — II. 4
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
The Merchant of Venice — II. 6
Man
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!