Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.