Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Time is the king of men.
I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.
With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.