I Had As Lief Have Been Myself

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt Thou Be Made A Man Out Of My Vice?

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame