O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.