The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.