God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

I dote on his very absence.

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet