Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
so full of shapes is fancy
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.