Out of her favour, where I am in love.
...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
Desperate times breed desperate measures
For you and I are past our dancing days.