There's a divinity that shapes our ends-Rough-hew them as we will.
O woe is me To have seen what I have seen see what I see.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.