These violent delights have violent ends.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

I understand a fury in your words
But not your words.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh,
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Brief as the lightning in the collied night;
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth,
And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
So quick bright things come to confusion.