Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.
Sweets to the sweet.
Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.