We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday