Confound these ancestors... They've stolen our best ideas!

A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.

It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.

Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.

Your highest female grace is silence.

Fortune, that favors fools.

I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.