The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
For mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.