The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — Hamlet

"That he is mad, tis true; tis true tis pity; And pity tis tis true: a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art."

"Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us."

"He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again."

"Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not be forever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou knowst tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity."

"What art thou that usurp’st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!"

"Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each mans censure, but reserve thy judgment."