If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Friendship's full of dregs.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.