Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

The Eyes are the window to your soul

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.