You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.