This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
Speak low, if you speak love.