They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.