We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.