The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.

The hideous god of war.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]