If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.