Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Let the end try the man.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
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.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.