Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
I am falser than vows made in wine.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.