You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
Hear the meaning within the word.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.