So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
And nothing is, but what is not.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.