Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

Swift as shadow, short as any dream

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?