Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

Men should be what they seem.

HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. CLAUDIUS Alas, alas. HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.