Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

If you be King, why should not I succeed?

Boldness be my friend.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

We must be brief when traitors brave the field.