Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!