Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known