Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
What's done can't be undone.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.