Light and lust are deadly enemies.
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.