O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one