Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.