Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
None can cure their harms by wailing them.
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.