Love reasons without reason.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.