Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.