Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
Love sees with the heart and not with mind.