Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

I have a bone to pick with Fate

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.