Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.