Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund
Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
There is a history in all men's lives.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!