The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Presume not that I am the thing I was.
A flock of blessings light upon thy back
The time is out of joint.
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.