O, woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

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.

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.