There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
How poor are they that have have not patients.
That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!