Words to deeds cold breath gives.
Gold--what can it not do, and undo?
Too nice, and yet too true!
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
The gloomy shade of death.
I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip