Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.