Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
For now they kill me with a living death.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Our enemies are our outward consciences.
He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.
Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.