And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

I have supped full with horrors.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.