Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.