There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.

Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream