The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
Women's weapons, water-drops.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.