Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.