Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.