There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.