Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!