the thrid By griesly Lachesis was spun with paine, That cruell Atropos eftsoones vndid, With cursed knife cutting the twist in twaine […].

Promises are no fetters: with that tongue Thy promise past, unpromise it again.

I’m going to throw out the milk if nobody’s going to drink it.

In the words of Indian EAM Swaraj, the dialogue is “the starting point for a new era in relations between India and Central Asia."