Love all, trust a few.

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As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.

Something's rotten in Denmark.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed...

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave.