This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.