Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry
This above all: to thine own self be true
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't
That it should come to this!
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
The lady doth protest too much, methinks
In my mind's eye
A little more than kin, and less than kind
The play 's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king
And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man
This is the very ecstasy of love
Brevity is the soul of wit
Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
I will speak daggers to her, but use none
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions