Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.