I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.

Many punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.

I'll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.

What excellent fools religion makes of men.

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

My thoughts and I were of another world.

We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.