It is a wise father that knows his own child.
O hell! to choose love with another's eye.
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.