Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.