a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.