Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.
Friendship is full of dregs.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.