Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.

A very scurvy fellow.

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.