Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

One sin another doth provoke.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

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

Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other