O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were.

His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

The man that hath no music in himself