And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
Sweet are the uses of adversity
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.