By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

Glory is like a circle in the water

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it