How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.

What a piece of work is a man