My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

Sometimes, less is more.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)