This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.
O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy
She knew her distance and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments on fancy's course Are motives of more fancy; and in fine, her infinite cunning, with her modern grace Subdued me to her rate
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, 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!
In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite