By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.