The best is yet to come.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.