The due of honor in no point omit.
O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!
Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.
Away, you mouldy rogue, away!