If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

What a piece of work is a man

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

Lovers ever run before the clock