In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.