O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.

We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.