You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
I am a feather for each wind that blows
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.