O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story