No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
He is not great who is not greatly good.
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.