The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.