Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.