Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of Earth, / That I Am Meek And Gentle With These Butchers!

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.