O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyesโand moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncleโs.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
These blessed candles of the night.