Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.