There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.