Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.