How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!