Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything.
You have too much respect upon the world. They lose it that do buy it with much care.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.
So may the outward shows be least themselves— The world is still deceived with ornament.
Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.
What's this, what's this? Is it her fault or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most, ha?
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, So full of dismal terror was the time.
Now let it work! Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt.