I do desire we may be better strangers.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Who can control his fate?