The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
How low am I, thou painted maypole?
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.