Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
The head is not more native to the heart.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.