A little water clears us of this deed.
Love`s reason`s without reason
Every great drama has its foreshadow.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.