By that sin fell the angels.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

so full of shapes is fancy

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.