Every offense is not a hate at first.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.