You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.