Frailty, thy name is woman!

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

Let each man do his best.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.