Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.