Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth