Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.