And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.

Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?