If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.

I will beat thee into handsomeness

the sensational piercing pain in our heart is nothing, compare from a prick of agony to what others experience.