O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.
To sleep perchance to dream
Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.