Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

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

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.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

This is the short and the long of it.

We burn daylight.