He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
All dark and comfortless.
I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.
Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!