Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.