Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces