Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
Give me my sin again.
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.