One man in his time plays many parts.

All's well if all ends well.

Love is merely a madness.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.