Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.