Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.