Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.

A man should be what he seems.

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!

Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.