We all remember the fool who, almost alone, was true to Lear, but, then, of course, he was a fool.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
Come and take choice of all my library and so beguile thy sorrow.