They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
Memory, the warder of the brain.
Season your admiration for a while.
Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?