Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.