Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment...
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it a right.
I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.