How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

“O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave…”

“Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!The wind sits in the shoulder of y…”

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."'Tis not alone my inky cloak, goo…”

“Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.”