Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.