I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.
The best is yet to come.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated