Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Educated men are so impressive.
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.