I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?
Be not afraid of greatness.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.