Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.