You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Friendship's full of dregs.

Can I go forward when my heart is here?