Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.