Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.