And I will make it felony to drink small beer.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.