Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

Friendship's full of dregs.

On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?