Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
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.