My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.