This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!