O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Small to greater matters must give way.
Allow not nature more than nature needs.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.