To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.