For he’s honourable and doubling that, most holy.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Do but see his vice; ‘Tis to his virtue a just equinox, The one as long as the other.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirit of light.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
And, as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name.
And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
