You were about to tell me something, child, but you left off before you began.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.