Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
God, the best maker of all marriages,combine your hearts in one,your realms in one.
Heaven give you many, many merry days!