Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Let the end try the man.