I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.