Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Love truth, and pardon error.
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Frailty, thy name is woman!