I hope I shall see an end of him, for my soul- yet I know not why- hates nothing more than he.
Observe him, for the love of mockery.
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.
Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.