Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
We will have rings and things and fine array
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.