Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back: tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katherine his daughter; and with her to dowry some petty and unprofitable dukedoms: the offer likes not.
Sweet fellowship in shame! One drunkard loves another of the name.
Sycorax has grown into a hoop.
Still better, and worse.
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.
Such is the power of love, that exalts materialistic things. Now imagine I clear why it has mold and paint god blindfolded and wings - leisurely blindness! Because of what worse! And present it has a child, because not distinguish good from evil in their games, noise and shout swears and throws every moment!
Sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning oâ€™ the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and aâ€™ babbled of green fields.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Titus Andronicus (Tamora at I, i)
Stars, stars! And all eyes else dead coals.
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, for suff'rance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cutthroat dog, and spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, and all for use of that which is mine own. Merchant of Venice, Act i, Scene 3
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, that will not be deep searched with saucy looks; small have continual plodders ever won, save base authority from others' books.