Quotes About Turn'd

I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie...

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.

O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!