I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

A fusty nut with no kernel.

And send him many years of sunshine days!

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.