Nothing will come of nothing.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

The worst is notSo long as we can say, “This is the worst.”

The rest is silence.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Although the last, not least.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:Words without thoughts never to heaven go.