Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

Tears water our growth.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

I am that merry wanderer of the night.