Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

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

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

Give me to drink mandragora.

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.