True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
If music be the food of love, play on.
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.