Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
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.