All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.