Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run.

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.