To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back