My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

I cannot speak your england.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.