God defend the right.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.