The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.