Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

If you be King, why should not I succeed?

The play's the thing.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.