My soul is in the sky.
Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*