If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Tears shall drown the wind.
Come, lead me to the block. Bear him my head. 108 They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.
BOTTOM Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
I can bear a charmed life.
Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father that knows his own child.
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.