As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
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.