Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.