Though she be but little, she is fierce!
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!