Though she be but little, she is fierce!
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.