Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2)

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.