All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

What a piece of work is a man

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.