I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back