The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.