Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

One sin another doth provoke.

He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.

A fusty nut with no kernel.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.