There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)