They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Tempt not a desperate man