Hate Pollutes The Mind.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?