I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood, Disguise Fair Nature With Hard-favour'd Rage; Then Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect; . . . . Now Set The Teeth And Stretch The Nostril Wide, Hold Hard The Breath And Bend Up Every Spirit To His Full Height. On, On, You Noblest English.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.