Parting is such sweet sorrow

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Patch grief with proverbs.

CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.