Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
Beware the ides of March.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that; we this way.
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.
Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.
I would I were thy bird.