Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

To whom God will, there be the victory.