Men of few words are the best men."

(3.2.41)

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre
Observe degree, priority and place.

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

'Tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told