It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.