"I do confess thou'rt sweet, yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets;
Thy favours are but like the wind,
Which kisseth every thing it meets:
And since thou can'st with more than one,
Th'art worthy to be kiss'd by none."
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Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.
The same sentiment occurs in the third part of King Henry the Sixth, where Clifford says,
"Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine,
Were not revenge sufficient for me."
Scene 2. Page 653.
Oth. Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Again, in Measure for measure,
"To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world."