Men's vows are women's traitors
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
O for a horse with wings!
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!