To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!