Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

The head is not more native to the heart.