I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.