Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

The past is prologue.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Some falls the means are happier to rise.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.