The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
All's well if all ends well.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.