Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.