Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

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