By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. But, either it was different in blood,- Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,- Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it.

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.