Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.