I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

The rest, is silence.