The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

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