Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.
Love goes toward love.
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.