From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!