Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.
... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!