I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.
Words writ in waters.
He that shuns trifles must shun the world.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.