Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
Who is so firm that can't be seduced?
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.