Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
Brevity is the soul of wit.