Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.