O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
He will fence with his own shadow.
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.
The breaking of so great a thing should make a bigger crack.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.