Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together