By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.