We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.