How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.