There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophies.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Own more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth good us on to sin to loving virtue.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

My salad days, when I was green in judgment.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.