Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Nothing is, unless our thinking makes it so.

Pleasure and revenge have ears more deaf than adders to the voice of any true decision.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

What? drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.