It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.

The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.

Grammar, which can govern even Kings.

Ah, there are no longer any children!

I will not leave you until I have seen you hanged.

Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death