O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

This is the short and the long of it.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

Get thee to a nunnery.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.