It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.