Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

It's man's to fight, but heaven's to give success.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

I want to be alone with my thought.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.

Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.