I will happily supply a few from Othello, my favorite of the Shakespeare plays.

"But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am."

"She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I lov'd her that she did pity them"

"I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss."

"So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all."

"This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven."