She's good, being gone.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

There's a time for all things.

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.