Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.