Love goes toward love.
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.