Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

Tis breath thou lackest, and that breath wilt thou lose.

Pardon's the word to all.

What is decreed must be, and be this so.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Beware the ides of March.