Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.