Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool.
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.