When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.

I have supped full with horrors.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.