'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.