No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

The leopard does not change his spots.

I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.