My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
They were devils incarnate.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.