Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.