Farewell, fair cruelty.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.