Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)