Blood will have blood.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.