What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!