The past is prologue.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.