Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.