What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
They are hare-brain'd slaves.
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.