Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that's gone.

Yet be sad, good brothers, For, by my faith, it very well becomes you. Sorrow so royally in you appears That I will deeply put the fashion on And wear it in my heart.

Para mim, o mundo é apenas o mundo, Graciano: um palco em que todos nós representamos um papel, sendo o meu triste.

What's done, is done

What's past is prologue.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.