When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.

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.

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.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals.

Brevity is the soul of wit.