One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
The quality of mercy is not strained
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
A man can die but once.