When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.