Get thee to a nunnery.

There's Dagger's in men's smiles.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse if imagination amend them.

Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant.

He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.