Haste is needful in a desperate case.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
To sleep perchance to dream
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.