See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well
The proverb is something musty.
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.