We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
Highly fed and lowly taught.
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -