Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.