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.

You gotta be cruel to be kind.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

To bed, to bed! There's a knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed!

Away you three-inch fool!