I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

There is nothing serious in Mortality

God send everyone their heart's desire!