O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Every why has a wherefore.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.