... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!