Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.