Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
true apothecary thy drugs art quick
Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!