Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.