Kindness nobler ever than revenge.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.