Hamlet. Prinz von Dänemark

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?