Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.