What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.
Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one
England is safe, if true within itself.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad