The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Love me or hate me, both are in my favour… If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart… If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.