Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

So fair and foul a day i had not seen.