What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
Season your admiration for a while.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.