Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.