Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
Horatio. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for anything. I have years on my back forty- eight.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
And many strokes though with a little axe Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.