I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

We burn daylight.