Let me not to the marriage of true minds
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.
He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love