Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
The worm is not to be trusted.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)