Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.
There is a history in all men's lives.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.