Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.