Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

More matter with less art.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?