O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

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

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.