Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.