God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.