I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.