Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.