Love is a wonderful, terrible thing
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Within the book and volume of thy brain.
One man in his time plays many parts.
Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.