I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

He that dies pays all debts.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.