The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.

What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

I would fain die a dry death.