Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

When I waked, I cried to dream again

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.