Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.

You have witchcraft in your lips