Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Patch grief with proverbs.
Allow not nature more than nature needs.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
An overflow of good converts to bad.