Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

Beauty lives with kindness.

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.