This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.