Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.