Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
All things are ready, if our mind be so.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?