Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
Amiability shines by its own light.
Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.
The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince.
Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.
In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]