How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
Every great drama has its foreshadow.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!