There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.