This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.