O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

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)

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.