I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
William ShakespeareSpeak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
William ShakespeareIs this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?
William Shakespeare