Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

Ingratitude is monstrous.

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?