The pleasing punishment that women bear.
Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?
O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.
Old Time the clock-setter.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.