They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.
Give me to drink mandragora.