Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
William ShakespeareI am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
William Shakespeare