My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
We will have rings and things and fine array
Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow perpetually.
I am agreed, and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
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