travelg and travelers
He hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword.
To make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone.
Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.
If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired.
There will be a world of water shed Upon the parting of your wives and you.
O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
You ever Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired It to be stirred, but oft have hindered, oft The passages made toward it.
1st Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen. Of sorrow or of joy? 1st Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of neither, girl. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow. Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.