If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
And nothing is, but what is not.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
To beguile the time, look like the time.
A little water clears us of this deed.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.