Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
The best is yet to come.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
So many horrid Ghosts.