Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me
Death is a fearful thing.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.