Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

I had as lief have been myself alone.

A good heart 'is worth gold.