When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
A king of infinite space
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Examine well your blood.
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.