True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Falsehood falsehood cures
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.