Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
William ShakespeareI have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.
William ShakespeareAnd teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
William ShakespeareA miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.
William Shakespeare