I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.