We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
The quality of mercy is not strained
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.