They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
I have a bone to pick with Fate
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.