The History of Troilus and Cressida

Count wisdom as no member of the war,
Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
But that of hand

Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.

But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

Male varlet, you rogue! what's that?

Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep,—

And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man,
Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first.

They say all lovers swear more performance than they
are able and yet reserve an ability that they never
perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and
discharging less than the tenth part of one

Take but degree away, untune that string,

Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.