My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
For she had eyes and chose me.