As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.