If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France
Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]