That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.