They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.
Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.
Wishers were ever fools
But when they seldom come, they wished for come.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.
Let good digestion wait on appetite and health on both.
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
The royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared by their breed and famous by their birth.