Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

How poor are they that have have not patients.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won