Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.