O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

O, reason not the need!

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story