The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.