Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.
Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.
Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.
The insolence of office.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?