He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

“Iubirea schimbă-n limpezi frumuseți, tot ce-i mărunt și fără niciun preț. Ea ve…”

“The venom clamours of a jealous woman,Poisons more deadly than a mad dog’s toot…”

“Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile…”

“Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.”