There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Women's weapons, water-drops.

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!