Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.