Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

What a fool honesty is.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.