Desperate times breed desperate measures

His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.