In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

The weakest goes to the wall.