The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.