There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!