How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.
Making night hideous.
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.