What's past is prologue.
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
When Elizabeth was old and had a wrinkled face and black teeth, she was one day discovered practicing the dance step alone, to the sound of a fiddle, determined to keep up to the last the limberness and agility necessary to impress foreign ambassadors with her grace and youth.
When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.