Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Love that well which thou must leave ere long.
The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.