It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.