Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable