O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.