In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.