Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.