O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

The time is out of joint.

And nature must obey necessity.