They shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man. Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part.
The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth.
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.
Never was a war did cease (Ere bloody hands were wash'd) with such a peace.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
She will keep no fool, sir, till she be married, and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings—the husband's the bigger.
List, list, O list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love— ... Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. ... Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
When this ring Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence.
Thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks. Never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine.