There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
By that sin fell the angels.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Death is a fearful thing.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?