WILL YOU YIELD AND THIS AVOID, OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROY'D?
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Well said, old mole!
Weaving spiders, come not here, Hence, you long legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not here, worm nor snail, do no offense.
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
He even obsessively contemplates the fact that he obsessively contemplates.