Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

So fair and foul a day i had not seen.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.