Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.