"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." — William Shakespeare

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.