O my offence is rank it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon t A brothers murder.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

EMILIA I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud.

In my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep.

But rather reason thus with reason fetter: Love sough is good but given unsought is better.

This above all; to your own self be true.