The play's the thing.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none