Journeys end in lovers meeting.
All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.