An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
There's beggary in love that can be reckoned
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
Tempt not a desperate man