You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.