You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.