I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.

O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men

So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.

They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliet’s handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.