There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.