Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Omittance is no quittance.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.