No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.