Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.