Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.