I must be cruel only to be kind.
Good night sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.[Modern text:]Listen to many people, but talk to few.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Do not spread the compost on the weeds to make them ranker.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
And then it started like a guilty thing upon a fearful summons.
