How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad