Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.

“What's done cannot be undone.”

“Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A …”

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, …”

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O…”