Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
And she's fair I love.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.