Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

For now they kill me with a living death.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.