They say miracles are past.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Venus smiles not in a house of tears.