Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
A man can die but once.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.