What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words