O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Greatness knows itself.

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.