And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.