To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.