Death is a fearful thing.

For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

O, reason not the need!

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.