Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

Allow not nature more than nature needs.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.