I swear 'tis better to be lowly born,And range with humble livers in content,Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,And wear a golden sorrow.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able

Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it [Denmark] is a prison.

GLOUCESTER
Now, good sir, what are you?

EDGAR
A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows,
Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows
Am pregnant to good pity.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.