They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.