Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.

Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.

On pain of death, no person be so bold.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?