O, had I but followed the arts!

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

Speak me fair in death.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.