April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.