I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

What a fool honesty is.

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.