Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.