DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.