Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.