Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

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

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

My soul is in the sky.

Make not your thoughts your prisons.