Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
What's done can't be undone.
Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
I am wrapped in dismal thinking.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.