I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

As good luck would have it.

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.