Now it is the time of night that the graves, all gaping wide, every one lets forth his sprite, in the church-way paths to glide.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Never came reformation in a flood.
Necessity’s sharp pinch!
My more-having would be as a sauce to make me hunger more.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.
Master, go on and I will follow thee to the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Make the doors upon a woman’s wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and ’twill out at the keyhole; stop that, ’twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
