Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

What is the city but the people?

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.