Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.