“Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.”

“Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.”

“Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion”

“What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes”

“Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.”

“O, how full of briers is this working-day world!”

“Fight to the last gasp.”

“Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.”

“Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.”

“Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.”

“Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward To what they were before.”

“Even through the hollow eyes of deathI spy life peering.”

“Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”

“Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward To what they were before.”