Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!