Our jovial star reigned at his birth.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

What is the city but the people?

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Policy sits above conscience.

You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!