When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.