My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.