Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.

Let us kill all lawyers

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.