We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.
Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven