I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.

Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!