Now is the winter of our discontent [sub]made glorious summer by this son of York.[/sub]
The play’s the thing [sub]wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King[/sub].
a sea change [sub]into something rich and strange[/sub]
[sub]to die, [/sub]to sleep, perchance to dream
A little learning is a dangerous thing/[sub]Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring;/for shallow draughts intoxicate the brain/But drinking largely sobers us again[/sub]
Je me souviens [sub]que le lys de la France croît toujours sous la rose.[/sub]
[sub]Love consists in this: that[/sub] two solitudes [sub]protect, and touch, and greet each other.[/sub]
And then there’s the phrase so beloved of various get-up-and-go types: pull yourself up by your bootstraps. [sub]It was coined by 1) Karl Marx 2) to denote something impossible.[/sub]
I really wish I could think of more right now, because I notice this a lot, especially in newspaper headlines.
All I can think of are a few :
jack of all trades, [sub]master of none.[/sub]
[sub]pound foolish,[/sub]penny wise.
[sub]For the love of [/sub] money is the root of all evil;[sub]which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.[/sub]
And I always wondered what kind of sick joke it was to have
Star Trek VI:[sub]death,[/sub]The Undiscovered Country, [sub]from whose bourn no traveler returns[/sub] and refer to it as “the future” in the movie.
One whose grammar has been distorted :
[sub]But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee
came not [/sub] all Hell broke loose?