Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.