You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.