Ah! That deceit should steal such gentle shape
Have more than you show, speak less than you know
Commit the oldest sins
what an ass am I!
More sinned against than sinning.
Once more unto the breach
a heart of gold
O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!
too much of a good thing
Something wicked this way comes.
the game is afoot
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none