Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Give me to drink mandragora.

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*