Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.

All the world is a stage and we are merely players.

And send him many years of sunshine days!

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

We must be brief when traitors brave the field.