Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.