Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich
. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.