Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!