We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.