You are a tedious fool.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
All's well if all ends well.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.