The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.