God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.