Thou art a very ragged Wart.
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
How much an ill word may empoison liking!
Can I go forward when my heart is here?