Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.