Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.

“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in th…”

“Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love; we cannot ca…”

“I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon, than keep a corne…”

“They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.”