Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

What's done can't be undone.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.