Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.

I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.