I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

Remembrance of things past.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.