Come give us a taste of your quality.

Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.