The sense of death is most in apprehension; and the poor beetle, that we tread upon, in corporal sufferance feels a pang as great as when a giant dies.

The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.

O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, the marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, become them with one half so good a grace as...

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, setting it up to fear the birds of prey, and let it keep one shape, till custom make it their perch and not their terror.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so

O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,<br /> Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow...<br /> And with some sweet oblivious antidote<br /> Cleanse the...

What's done cannot be undone.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

There's no bottom, none, in my voluptuousness: Your wives, your daughters, your matrons and your maids, could not fill up the cistern of my lust.

His flight was madness: when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: What's done is done.

'Tis much he dares; and, to that dauntless temper of his mind, he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour to act in safety.

[Drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

There's daggers in men's smiles.

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, and look on death itself.