Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
CAPULET: ...Well, we were born to die.
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.