Thou lump of foul deformity!
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.