Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

Every great drama has its foreshadow.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

I am not in the giving vein today.

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.