He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Every why has a wherefore.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.