Men should be what they seem.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
Kindness nobler ever than revenge.
For this relief, much thanks
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.