That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.