If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.

If you be King, why should not I succeed?

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.