Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

I would fain die a dry death.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.