You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
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.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.