Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.