Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?