I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light