Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.