To Thine Own Self Be True, And

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground