Our stomachs will make what’s homely savoury.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
On Fortune’s cap we are not the very button.
Omission to do what is necessary seals a commission to a blank of danger.
O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!
O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
O, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
O, I am fortune’s fool.
