What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
He must needs go that the devil drives.
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.