Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

Thou lump of foul deformity!

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.