For she had eyes and chose me.
T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.