The past is prologue.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. CLAUDIUS Alas, alas. HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.