Exit, pursued by a bear.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Tempt not a desperate man

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.