We have seen better days.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!