That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

Beauty lives with kindness.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.