Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.