| Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
| The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
| This above all; to thine own self be true.
| I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
| A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
| Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
| God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
| We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
| Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
| When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
| If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
| To be, or not to be: that is the question.
| Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
| Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
| Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
| Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
| Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
| The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
| Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
| It is a wise father that knows his own child.