My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

Every fair from fair sometime declines

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.