If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
I can give the loser leave to chide.
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.