So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

They have a plentiful lack of wit.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them