Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *Itโs sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but itโs actually very rough when you experience it.*
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
A very scurvy fellow.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?