Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
What need the bridge much broader than the flood?