Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures; she hath urged her height, And with her personage, her tall personage, Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him.
She never yet was foolish that was fair, For even her folly helped her to an heir.
Now you strike like the blind man; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.
Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Don Pedro. To be merry best becomes you; for, out o' question, you were born in a merry hour. Beatrice. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under than was I born.
Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what color it please God.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.
In an early spring We see th'appearing buds, which to prove fruit Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair That frosts will bite them.
'Tis the soldier's life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world So soon as yours, could win me.