Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.