My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.
So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.