Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.