Omittance is no quittance.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

Such antics do not amount to a man.