He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.