O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.