What's Done Can't Be Undone.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.