The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Is she not passing fair?
Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.