Your highest female grace is silence.
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.
My thoughts and I were of another world.
Nothing is more short-lived than pride.
A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.