Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

All's well if all ends well.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them