Such as we are made of, such we be.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.