Who can control his fate?
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me