Love reasons without reason.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
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?