Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.