Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

We were not born to sue, but to command.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.