One man in his time plays many parts.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown.