This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

“If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”

“My salad days,When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,To say as I said then…”

“The merciless Macdonald(Worthy to be a rebel, — for, to that,The multiplying vi…”

“I will not yield,To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,And to be baite…”